Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.